BRANDR_Elemental's MC Read online

  Table of Contents

  ARIA 1

  BRANDR 2

  ARIA 3

  BRANDR 4

  ARIA 5

  ARIA 6

  BRANDR 7

  ARIA 8

  BRANDR 9

  ARIA 10

  BRANDR 11

  ARIA 12

  BRANDR 13

  ARIA 14

  BRANDR 15

  ARIA 16

  BRANDR 17

  ARIA 18

  BRANDR 19

  ARIA 20

  BRANDR 21

  A MESSAGE FROM ALEXI FERREIRA

  CERIC 1

  BRANDR

  Elementals MC (Book 3)

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  ARIA 1

  BRANDR 2

  ARIA 3

  BRANDR 4

  ARIA 5

  ARIA 6

  BRANDR 7

  ARIA 8

  BRANDR 9

  ARIA 10

  BRANDR 11

  ARIA 12

  BRANDR 13

  ARIA 14

  BRANDR 15

  ARIA 16

  BRANDR 17

  ARIA 18

  BRANDR 19

  ARIA 20

  BRANDR 21

  A MESSAGE FROM ALEXI FERREIRA

  CERIC 1

  WULF (book 1)

  BJARNI (book 2)

  Don’t miss CERIC (book 4) in the Elementals MC Series, you can find it here.

  ARIA 1

  Opening my eyes, I look around but all I can see is darkness. I was hoping that it was all a nightmare but after being locked up for days I should be used to it by now. I struggle to lift my hand in front of my eyes but in this pitch blackness I cannot see it. My eyes fill with tears, but after crying for what seems like days I resist the temptation. Something crawls over my foot and instinct makes me want to jump up and scream or swat at whatever it is. However all I manage is a slight movement of my leg which brings a painful scream to my lips.

  I can feel my heart start to race, I know that if I don’t try to calm my breathing I’m going to start hyperventilating and there is no one to help me. I have had a few of these episodes since being locked up. I get into such a state that I finally pass out. Maybe it isn’t such a bad thing to be unconscious and let the time pass without being aware of all the things that have happened to me in such a short time.

  I close my eyes and try to focus on something positive that will take my pain away. I am no longer sure when it’s night or when it’s day in here. Someone will come in and give me water and a piece of dried bread. When I first arrived here even though I had been abused and was in great pain, I could still manage to take in water and bread by myself, but since that day … I’m not going to think about that day. I try to roll over so the pain in my back will lessen but my strength has left me. I’m sure my ribs are broken, going by the excruciating pain I have every time I breathe or try to move. My ankle is either broken or badly sprained. I had cuts down various parts of my body that must have stopped bleeding by now, but they are still painful and possibly infected. To top it, all I have had a constant headache since the beating. My face I can feel, is swollen.

  “I will see you soon Granny,” I whisper.

  Why? Why would they kill such a good woman? We had always minded our own business. My gran was the kindest woman I knew. We had always kept away from people, mostly because of me but on that fateful day those beasts came to our home. They broke the few items we had in our possession and they took her from me. I can still see her unseeing eyes staring up at nothing. Those beautiful eyes of hers that had so much life before, so much love, now dead. I can feel my heart contract in anguish, as I picture my gran, the only person who ever cared for me.

  When I turned sixteen and everyone wanted to have me committed she was the only one who had stood by me. We moved away from the town and we lived on a small plot of land that was practically self-sustainable. I loved working the land alongside her. If we needed supplies from the town she used to go and purchase them. I hardly ever went into town. The locals used to silently judge me with their stares. Even though they didn’t say straight out how insane they thought I was, I could hear them. As time passed by, I became a recluse, not only to save myself the heartache of being judged insane, but also from the painful side of being surrounded by people.

  That fateful day when those men came, gran tried to get me to hide but it was too late. I can still hear her screams in my head. I knew that they were up to no good as soon as they got out of the car. I tried to fight them, to save her, but they were too strong. They hit me, knocked me down, and kicked me until I lost consciousness. When I awoke I was in a car heading towards the hell that I live in now. On arrival they had a bucket in the corner of the room that I used as a toilet. Not that they ever cleaned it. I used to navigate my way there in the darkness, but for a while now I haven’t been able to move. So I’m dirty, smelly, itchy and I can feel that whatever is sharing this cell with me is eating away at my skin. The smell I have adapted to; and no one is tempted to stay in here with me for longer than they must. Realising that the water and the bread will also come to an end I am not sure as to why they are keeping me alive. I wish that they would just allow me to die. If I must have a guess, I would say that I have been here for maybe two weeks, but in this darkness, I could be wrong.

  When I had first arrived, I heard noises coming from outside this cell but one day it just stopped. I am not sure if they took away whomever was down here with me or if they had died. On the way here, I heard one of the men talking on the phone, telling someone that the parcel was secure. I’m sure that he was talking about me. Why would they want me? That is what I have asked myself since I got here.

  Gran had always said that I was special and that if anyone found out that they might want to take me away from her. I had always thought that she was just trying to be kind, but could it be true? Do these men know about me? Everyone in the town just thought that I was insane. No one knew what was wrong with me. How could they have found out? I know for a fact that they had been looking for me because as soon as they saw me one of them called out my name. They had killed my gran to abduct me. If she had only been like my parents who had let me go when I became ill, she would still be alive.

  I hear a noise. My breathing picks up, intensifying the pain in my chest and back. I can feel my heart beating erratically. I see a sliver of light coming in from the bottom of the cell door, soon there will be a click before someone opens my door. I hear heavy footsteps drawing closer, there is a jiggle of keys and I hear a key turn in the lock. An
d then the door opens, the light from the corridor outside blinds me not allowing me to see who is standing in the doorway.

  “Damn it smells as if someone died in here.” A deep male voice grumbles. I can hear his footsteps drawing closer until he’s standing over me. I open my eyes a little, feeling them burn from the light that is filtering in through the door. All I can see is the unfocused shape of a huge man, I can’t make out his features. I feel myself start to tremble. I try and take a deep breath to calm myself but the pain in my chest won’t allow it.

  “I have water here for you. We don’t want you to die just yet. Do we?” There is a sneer in his voice as I feel him lower himself down onto his haunches. As soon as I feel his hand touching me under my neck I start to hyperventilate. “Not now bitch! You need to drink this.”

  The water starts to gush down my throat. I cough, trying to breathe and to swallow at the same time. I feel the water running down my chin and neck. His hand is now squeezing the back of my neck. I hear myself whimper in pain. The little light that’s in the room fades as I start to lose consciousness.

  The next time I awake, I know that I am again by myself, my throat is raw and painful. It always feels like that after I awake, and they have given me water. I know that they tighten their hands around my neck to hold my head up and to help me to drink while I’m unconscious, but the pain when I awake is agonising. I feel a piece of bread in my hand but from experience I know that I’m not going to be able to swallow, as my throat is too raw for that. Unsure of how long I was unconscious for, and as there is no noise, he must have left me a while ago. The smell of him still lingers on my skin. If there was anything left in my stomach I’m sure that I would gag.

  He always has a scent of sweet tobacco and coriander. If I ever leave here I will never be able to eat anything with coriander again. It brings back memories of my beautiful vegetable and herb garden that I had kept at home. Who will take care of it now that I’m gone, it will die just like gran.

  Suddenly the ground shakes underneath me as if a bomb has gone off. I feel particles of sand falling on my face and my body. I wonder what has happened. Hopefully they have all blown themselves up and I will be left alone to die in peace.

  After what seemed like an eternity I hear a loud scraping sound and then a banging noise. “It’s as dark as fuck down here bring me a light.” I can hear a deep growly voice that for some reason calms me. There are more footsteps and then I see the sliver of light underneath the door. They must have found the light switch. Who could they be? It didn’t sound as if they knew about this place, maybe it was the police.

  “Fuck, Bjarni come down here there are three cells with keypads, I might need your help in opening these doors.” I hear that voice again. Why does that voice bring me such comfort? I close my eyes, feeling at peace for the first time since I was taken.

  “Damn Brother, whatever is down here must be dead going by the smell of this place.” This voice is different must be from the Bjarni guy who the first one called.

  I hear banging on a door. “Is there someone in here?” the guy asks. They must have started at one of the cells by the stairs. Even though I open my mouth to shout no sound comes out. I try again but there is no sound, only pain.

  “Stop!” I hear another male voice this one sounds like its coming from upstairs. “Celmund just contacted us, apparently Jas and Gabriela just saw explosives attached to a door down here.” Oh no, that must be the clicking sound that I heard when they came down here before they can open my door. They must be deactivating the bombs somehow, I wish I could warn them, but no matter how hard I try no sound comes out.

  “Motherfuckers!” the guy with the calming voice calls out. It’s strange how even when he’s upset, this guy’s voice can bring me peace.

  “Brandr, they say that she is down here.” Who are they talking about? Is there someone else down here? I hear receding footsteps, oh please, please don’t leave me here. Are they leaving now that they know there are explosives? I don’t blame them, why would they put their lives in danger for me, someone who they didn’t even know was alive.

  I thought that I didn’t have any tears left but I was wrong, the tears are silently cascading down my cheeks. Maybe this is the end. These men are not the same ones who took me, meaning that the others are either killed or they have left. If these guys also leave no one will know that I am down here.

  BRANDR 2

  Since I had woken up from being darted with a tranquiliser by a rival club - the Keres MC, when my brothers and I went to attack their president I had been in a blinding rage. Not only because of the tranquiliser but because the dart had contained my mate’s blood.

  As soon as I was tranquilised with her blood the bond was established. Most of the rage flowing through me was because of not being able to touch my mate. My mate! I had never thought I would call anyone mine. I had been adamant that I did not want a woman in my life. Women were trouble. How could any Elemental man want someone in their life who made them vulnerable? That made them live for one person only? Now I don’t have a choice, I either find my mate or the rage will slowly start to consume me and drive me crazy.

  I can already feel the bond that my girl has over me and I don’t even know who she is or where she is. Knowing that she might have been taken and she is suffering because of me only infuriates me more. Draco my brother, our MC President informed us that we are going to attack the Keres MC clubhouse because of what they have done to me. The thought of wiping out as many of them as possible manages to calm my fury a little.

  We have been in a constant war with the Keres MC for centuries. We are the only ones who can stop them, which is why they have now found a way of destroying us, through our mates. We think that we might know how they’re doing this, but we can’t confirm it yet.

  So far Celmund our tech guy has been able to test Gabriela, Bjarni’s woman. Our plan is to test the other women in our midst. Jasmine however, is pregnant, therefore we must wait until she goes into a trance without being forced to. Wulf will not hear of us testing her unless it happens naturally. All our mates have a certain gift which is why they are compatible with us, even though they are fully human.

  Jasmine will go into a trance, and paint future or past events. Gabriela can foretell the future and now the past from just touching someone. Their gifts have expanded since they bonded with their men. I wonder what my woman’s gift is, I hope whatever it is doesn’t hurt her. I’ve been told that with Jas, after her trances, she is completely drained and usually needs to sleep or take Wulf’s blood. Apparently before, it was worse as she used to be able to feel the pain of whoever she had the trance about, but since bonding with her man this has changed. Gabriela is the same. When someone touches her she has a vision. She usually feels the pain of whatever is going to happen to that person in the future. I believe that with time this will also change.

  After hearing a knock, I walk towards my bedroom door; Bion is standing outside. Bion our medic, has saved all our lives a few times. He is also working together with Celmund trying to figure out how we can save the women who the Keres are planning to abduct, before they do. He was the one who had mentioned that I had been tranquilised with the dart and what the implications were, after I had awakened.

  “Hey brother, how are things?” he asks with a concerned look in his eyes. I realise that my brothers are concerned about me and are doing their level best to find my woman. We’ve been together for centuries and are more than just club brothers. If one of us has a problem we all work together to sort it out, we are a family.

  “I’m holding up. You know how it is,” I confess.

  “Well we all getting ready to leave. Are you sure you’re up to it?” Bion asks

  “I’m looking forward to eliminating those fuckers. Have Burkhart and the others arrived yet?” Burkhart, Ceric and Bjarni had gone with Gabriela to her Bakery. Apparently there was something going on there.

  “They will be here in about ten minutes. Ceri
c contacted us when they left,” he answers, as we both start making our way towards the garage, where I see that the brothers are all strapping on their weapons preparing for the upcoming fight. I walk to where I keep all the explosives, on my touching a hidden spot on the wall, a panel moves, exposing a keypad. I punch in the code and a sliding door opens allowing me to enter the huge room where we keep all our ammunition, weapons and explosives.

  I’m still packing the explosives that I’m going to need when I hear the SUV pull up with Bjarni and Gabriela, followed by Ceric and Burkhart on their bikes. A few minutes later I feel Burkhart behind me. Burkhart is closer to me than any blood brother could be, even though at the compound we are all close. H always has my back, the two of us have a special connection. Burkhart has seen me at my worst and helped me through it, and vice versa. There are things about Burkhart that none of the brothers know except for me.

  “How’re you doing B?” Burkhart asks quietly. Those that don’t know Burkhart would never know how deeply he feels for those that are close to him. He hides his feelings with a rough exterior, but still his feelings run deep.

  “I don’t know Dude, to be honest this is messing with my head big time,” I confess, looking over at him as I continue to pack what I’m going to need. “You know that after my brother, I didn’t want a mate, now all I can do is to think about a woman that I don’t even know or what her name is.”

  “What happened to your brother isn’t going to happen to you B, I won’t let that shit happen again.” Burkhart’s words are forceful as if he’s trying to convince himself as much as he’s trying to convince me. I place my hand on his shoulder squeezing it in understanding. Burkhart is the only one who knows the depth of my emotional turmoil and how it has affected me. “We are going to find her, believe that,” he states, as Draco calls everyone to mount up.

  As I mount my bike I see Bjarni kissing Gabriela goodbye, and just behind them is Wulf with Jasmine who is expecting their first child. Will I be like them someday or will this just destroy me?